I will rise and walk the sidewalks as the sun walks them.With careful steps I will do my best to stay up and awake, Though the sun has no problems with this,I do we are far apart, Sol and I, fire and earth.I will rise and walk the sidewalks as the sun walks them, To the best of my ability, be the tip of the invading spear as it Mirthfully chases away the night, calling that day has come,Let Night retire to their mutual couch!

I will rise and walk the sidewalks as the sun walks them. For the morning is a sort of table, a place of parley betweenLight and Dark, and between silence and noise. You, walker, with me walk the sidewalks of Clinton where The faithful scholars walk, and the two of us will be quiet.Perhaps we will speak, but it will be a calm speech,Perhaps we will be excited, but it will be only the seeds of later energy, For noise is coming, but not yet arrived, For Silence is here and has always been here, but Has not surrendered quite yet. Instead Smile and sip at whatever hot drink is yours, Consider Night and Day and turning wheels, And the opening flowers in some field. The morning isYours, but only in so much as you speak of it not to it.We will rise and walk the sidewalks as the sun walks them.

haha. Seriously, though, it has it's birth in the walk between my dorm at college and the little pizza and coffee shop under the caf called (once and with affection) Jazzman's. I actually am ambivalent towards the morning. When I can wake up in them of my own accord, I love the rising of the day! But usually I stay up far too long and so I either miss them or greet them wearily. As I was walking one morning, in search of fancified coffee drinks to begin the day, I was struck with the beauty of the morning. I love night far more than day, but Day has it's own majesty! It is all power and masculine majesty, and it is quite invigorating to walk in the morning as it begins its invasion of the Earth as King and such. For me, that table of parley between husband and wife/Day and Night, is actually a metal table outside the coffee shop. I have a very specific one in mind, beside a column!

Thank you for reading and your words!

In many ways, it's tied to a sort of mythology I work on in verse occasionally, that sits in my gallery as a folder.

LOL! Well, that makes me read it in a completely different way. Still wonderful, anyways.I can identify with that - I love night more than day, but mornings are beautiful. Also, as a night person, I find it hard to get up and need coffee.

You're most welcome!I shall have a look in your gallery, when I have a bit more time...

(oh my... what would an illegitimate horse be? Would it be a zebra? 0_o)

I'm assuming you write prose? I do as well! Not much of it is here because my powers of prose are... rusty. They fall into disuse in waves, as it were.

They are quite common, *on DeviantArt*. In a lot of ways, it is easier to write decent poetry than it is to write a decent novel (I've done both!) A lot of novels are crap that only I, with my Jake English-like ability of enjoying crap, would honestly, un-ironically enjoy. I think people are noticing that.As well, the trends of modern thought (Post-Modernism, Existentialism) have pushed people away from big, overarching plots, as both ascribe in some way to a rejection of "meta-narratives". (I think that's bad! But whatevs.)

HOWEVER! I also think as far as writing, that it's a lot less intimidating to young people to write poetry because it is sort of the territory of youth. Young Shelley and Byron and such started at my age (19). Poems are (relatively) shorter than fiction and nonfictional essays, and like English and playing Bass, Poetry is amazingly easy to learn but amazingly difficult to master. For some writers it becomes a playground to try out phrases and words, and I think that freedom to use language without being bound to a story is both valuable and instructive. Faulkner utilized what he learned as a poet to create some of the greatest fiction ever written!

If you have trouble finding fiction on the internet, I'd be looking in places where fiction lives! Try looking in the folders of writing DA groups. If you are into any fandoms, than I would suggest asking for the big names in that fandom's fanfiction. Some of the most beautiful, meaningful things I've ever read were pony fanfics, I kid you not. Somber and Kkat trump most of the the B&N fantasy section.

IF you'd like, I could offer some suggestions! Have a great day, friend.

This work is beautifully poetic. You've done a wonderful job creating the images of day and night and the morning in between. I love the line "Consider Night and Day and turning wheels," absolutely wondrous! Thank you for sharing.